It was the Code that the Baron lived by. From his mountain estate in the Alps, he oversaw vast wealth, and he greatly pampered a single lover. She had everything she could imagine. Beyond the material things, the Baron himself was a kind man and a skilled lover. Her life was idyllic.
And each year, on the summer solstice, a challenger was chosen, and they would fight.
Katrina has held her position for three years, since the night she was the challenger.
Tonight, she will defend her position again.
They sit together in the parlor. The challenger is a cruelly beautiful woman, named Charisma. Katrina watches her study the Baron as he speaks, as he reviews for them once again what is expected of them. Katrina knows he has grown to love her, but the Code is inviolable. Charisma’s eyes find hers with cool appraisal. “Your life will be mine,” she purrs. The ambiguity is deliberate.
The two women stand, and disrobe. Both are sleek and beautiful. Both bare their breasts. Charisma’s lips curl at the sight of Katrina’s large nipples, areolae like demitasse saucers. “I want to fight your tits with mine,” she says openly. “So he can easily see the better woman.”
Katrina nods. She is well-versed in all forms of feminine violence. She must be. Her predecessor was a brutal fighter. Her challengers have been savage. She still reigns.
But Charisma is like no other. Katrina is unprepared for the shocking intensity with which her challenger simply rams her body into Katrina’s. Her breasts are crushed. She staggers, pain blooming behind her nipples.
Charisma follows, brutally bludgeoning Katrina’s tits with her own.
The Baron watches stoically as his companion is beaten backwards across the room. Katrina cannot choke back her cry of pain as Charisma’s breasts slam into hers again and again.
The challenger drives Katrina into the wall with another overwhelming blow. Katrina’s mind is whirling with pain and ….. fear.
“I expected more,” Charisma says. “I was told that only the best could be the Baron’s mistress. The life of luxury has made you soft, perhaps?”
Katrina cradles her breasts. They are hot to her touch, and swelling. The brunette beauty has burst blood vessels and ruptured milk ducts, using only her own breasts. A show of cruel dominance for the watching Baron. But it is Charisma’s soft mocking tone that burns the deepest.